Chapter 501 Charisa’s Numbered Days.
“Mom hid her illness from us…”
Beckham lifted his gaze, his eyes drawn to the woman behind the glass isolation door.
It was the first time he’d seen her since their painful separation nineteen years ago.
He had yearned for her return for nearly two decades, clinging to the belief that she still loved. him, but he couldn’t understand why she’d leave him.
Beckham had always believed Charisa was under duress, forced to leave by some unspeakable circumstance, and that she would one day return.
But…
When he learned about Charisa from his father, a wave of guilt, helplessness, and regret washed over him.
Beckham ached for a reunion with Charisa, to make amends for the sacrifices she’d made over the past nineteen years, to embrace the daughter they’d created together.
His father mentioned her tarnished reputation, hinting that Charisa wouldn’t be accepted and regarded as Mrs. Tanner again, even if they reconciled.
It was no secret that Charisa had been involved with several men in the past, back when she was still a Miles.
But Beckham didn’t care about her past.
He knew Charisa had been coerced, violated, and mistreated.
None of it was her fault.
His love for her was an unyielding force, resilient against the storms of her past.
Before setting foot in Adania, Beckham had painted countless reunion scenarios, envisioning them locked in a tearful embrace, their hearts pouring out their unspoken longings.
But Beckham never imagined that their reunion would be under such dire circumstances, with Charisa lying unconscious behind a glass barrier. At the same time, he stood outside, a helpless observer.
Tears streamed down his face as he gazed upon the woman imprisoned within the sterile chamber.
A flood of memories from their shared past and youthful days washed over him, back to their innocent childhood and wedding after college graduation.
Charisa had expressed her preference for successful men.
So, Beckham sacrificed his musical dreams and aspirations of becoming an independent musician and devoted himself to the Tanner family business.
But she….
Beckham had accomplished every desire she had ever expressed except for shielding her from harm
He had failed in the past, and now, what of the future?
Could there be any future for them?
Secing her father’s devastated form, Cherise’s hands clenched into tight fists.
The man behind her pulled her into a comforting hug.
Cherise mitially stiffened, taken aback by the unexpected gesture, but Damien’s familiar scent soon calmed her anxieties.
She nestled into his arms and whispered.
“Did I do something wrong.
“No, you didn’t.”
Damien’s gaze shifted from Charisa in the ICU to Beckham, who was sobbing uncontrollably outside the glass door. “You did nothing wrong
“They’ve lost too many precious years.”
“If you hadn’t spoken up… they might have missed each other for the rest of their lives.”
“Sharing this final journey is better than living with a lifetime of regret.”
By now, Cherise couldn’t stop weeping, her heart overwhelmed by the weight of life and death’s cruel interplay.
She didn’t want to, and she wasn’t ready to!
Ironically, she had always aspired to be an exceptional cardiac surgeon.
Now, her mother lay battling an incurable heart disease.
Was this some cruel cosmic joke? Was fate mocking her?
Throughout the night, Beckham remained steadfast, his vigil unbroken, his gaze fixed on the woman behind the glass door
